Oh, Allah, the singing plastic mosque alarm clock. I still have nightmares about the time my parents bought one as a Christmas present for a friend who was staying with us, and asked to store his presents in my room. And neglected to mention that the sack of wrapped articles included an extremely loud alarm clock, set to start ringing and never stop at three a.m.
It took twenty minutes for my sleep-addled brain just to work out that the noise was coming from within my room (it should be noted that I'm extremely good at sleeping through disturbances). I was not amused. Especially as I'd been up until one wrapping presents for my parents' stockings, my two brothers having crapped out early, and the aforesaid brothers then made me get up at six to open presents...
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Date: 2004-09-23 08:31 am (UTC)It took twenty minutes for my sleep-addled brain just to work out that the noise was coming from within my room (it should be noted that I'm extremely good at sleeping through disturbances). I was not amused. Especially as I'd been up until one wrapping presents for my parents' stockings, my two brothers having crapped out early, and the aforesaid brothers then made me get up at six to open presents...